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Looking back on the events that went down earlier, I think Mark and his mate could have received a more appropriate welcome from the Cullens. Rosalie and Alice had had to restrain their squeals at the sight of the human woman’s belly, all their animosity forgotten in the expectation of possible gurgling sounds and piercing cries of a newborn. Emmett and Jasper had, on the other hand, relaxed very little.

“This is Katherine, my wife,” Mark announced after the initial wave of shock and surprise had passed. “Are you Carlisle Cullen?”

I looked to Emmett and Jasper, and with their nod, turned to Mark. “No, but I am his son, Edward. Carlisle is on his way here. This is Emmett and Jasper, and their mates Rosalie and Alice, respectively. That wolf is Jacob. He’s a brother too.” I introduced everyone to him, and he seemed to relax further.

“Okay, can you please call off your . . . Can you please call off Jacob? He’s scaring her.” Mark pointed to Jacob, who, as if on cue, nodded and walked off into the forest to phase back into his human form.

“How long until Carlisle gets here?” Mark asked once he had affirmed that Jacob was not going to be phasing again.

“A few minutes.” I nodded, “Please, come in.”

We moved around to let Mark and Katherine pass, and I noticed the way she was cradling her belly. My guess was that she had decided to keep the baby, much like Bella had, and Mark had had no option but to go with it.

Esme and Nessie, having heard the commotion, were already standing and pacing in the living room, but their anxiety turned to wonder when they saw our new guests.

“Oh my . . .” Esme gasped when she caught sight of the man, and I knew instantly what she was thinking. As for Nessie, let’s just say that she was about to take fan-girling to a whole new level.

“Esme, Nessie, this is Mark and his wife, Katherine. Mark, Katherine, this is Esme, my mother and Carlisle’s mate, and Renesmee, my daughter.” Once again, I made the introductions.

I had pretty much been expecting the surprised glance from Mark when he heard who Nessie was, and the realization of the truth of the statement when he registered her scent. It would have set me on edge had it not been for his golden eyes.

“You’re her father? Her biological father?” He asked me, and I saw Katherine eye Nessie apprehensively at his question.

“Yes. I’m her biological father.” I nodded and smiled. I had been once where he was now, so I knew he needed the reassurance.

“Where . . . Where is her mother? Your mate?” He asked next, glancing furtively at Katherine.

“Well, we’ve landed ourselves in a bit of a pickle, if I may put it like that. My wife Bella, as of today, left for Forks, the town where you just came from. It’s her birthplace. She is visiting to solve a few matters that arose unexpectedly.” I nodded and explained as tangentially as I could.

“You mean . . . she’s alive? She’s well?” the hopes on Mark’s face were hard not to notice.

“Well, as well as can be for a vampire.” I nodded.

“She’s a vampire?”

“Yes. She was turned shortly after she gave birth to our daughter.”

“Oh, okay.” The lines in Mark’s forehead faded slightly, and he sighed in relief and exhaustion.

That seemed to spring the family into action.

“Oh, dear! Where are my manners? Come on! Sit down, sit.” Esme sprung into Hostess mode, and everybody hovered in the main area with our guests.

“Do you want anything, darling? Something to eat or drink?” Esme asked Katherine, who looked at Mark before saying, “Just a little water, please.”

“Of course.” With that, my mother, ever the generous hostess, slipped toward the kitchen.

I should have expected the next question at some point, but it was still embarrassing to hear my daughter say what our minds were obviously thinking, “Has anybody ever told you that you look a lot like—”

“Tom Hanks?” Mark smirked slightly, and I thought Alice swooned behind me. “Yeah. A lot, actually.”

Beside Mark, Katherine let out a small giggle, the first sound that we heard her make since she arrived.

Esme arrived with Katherine’s water after a few seconds, as well as cookies and brownies. Leave it to Esme to make her guests happy.

There was silence for some time after that, as the only sounds in the room were the gulping down of water and a small swish as Jacob arrived after getting dressed, standing guard behind Nessie. I noticed Mark give him a cautionary glance and then grimace. The smell was too much for him perhaps.

“So . . . how far along are you?” Alice piped up, clearly having never have heard of wrong questions.

“Uh . . . well, I only discovered it three days ago, but . . . it seems to progress faster than . . . normal ones, the pregnancy, I mean, not the baby.” Katherine hesitated through her entire speech, and the lines on Mark’s forehead reappeared.

Nobody had a chance to explain any further as we all heard the sound of a car halting in front of the house, and in the next moment, Carlisle appeared in the doorway, still clad in his light blue shirt, dark pants and white coat.

If I had thought Nessie’s reaction had made Mark uncomfortable, that was nothing compared to what Carlisle did.

“Edward, what is happening? I smelled a vampire in the doorway . . . what—HOLY HELL, WHAT THE FUCK IS TOM HANKS DOING IN MY HOUSE?!”

I saw Katherine jump a little, and I was sure my family’s mouths were hanging open.

“I loved Philadelphia. Touched my heart man,” Carlisle, I kid you not, actually put his hand on his heart and sighed, and I was almost one hundred percent sure that Mark was thinking of bolting out of here the first chance he got.

“Carlisle, that’s not . . . he’s not Tom Hanks.” Jasper put his hand on Carlisle shoulder, fighting a grin like all of us. Who knew Carlisle had a dude crush on Tom Hanks?

The excitement faded away from Carlisle’s face like a grin disappears from the face of a three year old who has just been told that Santa isn’t real.

“He’s not?” Thank God vampires couldn’t cry. I wasn’t sure how much of that I could have handled, especially from Carlisle.

“Uh . . . no,” Mark could not have looked more flustered. “I’m Mark Wellington. This is my wife, Katherine.”

Carlisle’s expression pretty much resembled that of a school girl’s who had been given an opportunity to talk to her crush but had screwed it up. He would have blushed fifty shades of red if he could.

“Oh . . . Well, this is awkward.” He chuckled nervously. “My sincerest apologies to you. I . . . I’ve always been somewhat of a fanatic.”

“No kidding,” Rose jested, and Alice nudged her in agreement.

“It’s all good. But, that’s not why we’re here.” Mark stood up and shook Carlisle’s hand, who noticed Katherine only then.

Almost immediately, Carlisle’s gaze went to Katherine’s bump, and a small, surprised smile graced his lips as he shot me a knowing glance.

“And what do we have here?” Carlisle took off his coat and sat down in front of the couple, who, to be honest, were looking like deer caught in headlights.

“Uh . . . well, I . . . we were hoping you would . . . say something.” Mark said.

“I will, but I need to know some things first.” He snapped into his fatherly mode immediately.

“We figured as much.” Mark nodded, “Katherine and I, we met in London. I am a psychiatrist by profession—”

“Like Hannibal Lecter.” Emmett sniggered, and earned a warning glance from Esme.

“Well, sort of. She says that a lot, actually,” Mark smiled weakly, “but as you can see, I don’t . . .” he gave Katherine an uneasy glance, “hunt people. Well, not until the past hundred years. I have to say, you are quite popular among the . . . vegetarians . . . they hail you as the Father of the Vegetarian Movement . . . well, in a way.

“I heard of you when I was passing through Italy in about 1903. Um . . . some members of the Volturi had been talking about you and your “different” lifestyle. They said that you had been practicing medicine for quite some time then. I tried it out of curiosity, and fortunately, it sat well with me.

“Katherine was one of my patients.” I heard the ladies say a silent ‘Aw’, “I had never heard of any kind of relationship between a vampire and a human until then, other than the customary predator-prey one. I always thought we were the only ones, Katherine and I. 

“We got married three weeks ago.” Mark sighed. “I honestly didn’t know this could happen. I mean, logic says so. Just . . . I had no idea what to do, when she told me that she was . . .is pregnant.

“So, I started researching, asking people, reading, looking. My friend, Alastair, told me that he’d seen the same thing happen with you people about four years ago. He told me that there was a hybrid living with you. He didn’t know much, but it was enough. Apparently, the Volturi is very ticked off by you and your coven. Alastair told me he had been with you for some time when you were congregating everyone to fight the Volturi. He told me to go to Forks, but when I got there, the shape shifters told me that you had moved to Atlin.”

“I am still wondering why Sam sent you here and didn’t tell me.” Jacob mused at the last part of the speech.

“It seemed they were dealing with some matters of their own. I only got there in the early hours of the morning today. It looks like someone found out about you: a human,” Mark explained, but did not question any further, even if he might have been tempted to.  

Of course, Sam and the pack must have been busy calming Charlie down. Whatever Mark had told us, however little it may be, served as an indication that Bella was going to have a hard time dealing with Charlie.

“You said the Volturi were talking about Carlisle when you heard about him. May I ask if you’re, in any way, associated with them?” Jasper was the one to voice out our obvious concern. Things would take a whole new turn if Mark had any, even remote connections to the Volturi.

“Do you think I would be here if I did? The Volturi would have annihilated me a long time ago if they would have found out about mine and Katherine’s relationship, especially that Caius. I don’t even know how they think of themselves as royalty. Who gave them the authority?” Mark clearly looked agitated at the mention of the scum, but unfortunately, with our usual tools rendered useless, we had still no way to confirm if he was lying or not.

“I’m sorry if I come across as blunt, but it seems that your powers as a vampire negate all other powers in your vicinity. I mean to say that none of our powers are working with you. I am telepathic, and I rely on my mind to tell whether people have ulterior motives, but my powers have not been useful since you arrived. I can’t read your mind, or anybody else’s for that matter.” I saw Carlisle look at me in confusion, and then shock as he realized that I had never heard what he had probably been trying to tell me all this time through his mind.

An expression of curiosity, and then embarrassment passed over Mark’s face, “Oh, that . . . that would not be me. That’s Katherine.”

I was sure I heard somebody gasp, but could not tell who it was with my preoccupation of this latest revelation.

“Your wife has a shield?” Again, Jasper voiced out the question.

“I wouldn’t call it so much a shield as an antidote. I couldn’t believe it at first: a human with that strong a power. But it’s true. I, you should know, am a shape shifter. But I found out soon enough that none of mine or my acquaintances’ powers work if Katherine is anywhere near them in a two mile radius.” Mark explained, and I saw his hand grip Katherine’s waist protectively, and I knew the exact reason as to why. It was a shock that the Volturi didn’t know of her . . . yet.

“That strong?” Esme was, clearly, surprised.

“Yes.” Mark sighed, “It’s one of the reasons why I never joined a coven. No matter how innocent and unaffected they claim to be, the temptation of power is very persuasive.”

“You must have a really hard time keeping the Volturi off of your backs.” Rose said.

“We keep moving, now more than ever, but we have to be careful.”

There was again silence in the room as the information seeped in. Mark was the first one to break it.

“Carlisle, I’ve come a long way. I love her. That’s all I have to say for myself. And I need your help, Carlisle. Will you? Will you help us?”

Carlisle’s features softened immensely at Mark’s words, and I knew that whatever he was thinking had to involve our guests in our future.

“Of course, Mark. You needn’t ask me any more. You’ve come to us for help. And you’re going through some place that we’ve already seen. That practically makes you family.” Our hearts warmed with Carlisle’s demeanor. That man was a saint.

Mark’s grin seemed like it would split his face into two, whereas Katherine looked a little shy, but grateful nonetheless. Come whatever may, they were clearly grateful to have help.

“All right then, Katherine, dear, are you craving anything yet?” Carlisle smiled at the woman, and she blushed profusely.

Mark chuckled at her reaction. “We stopped at every Pizza spot on our way here. She’s been eating pizzas as if they’re evanescent.”

I saw Jacob’s face light up like a Christmas tree when he heard that.

“Okay, then, pizza it is!” Esme declared, and in the next second, Katherine was surrounded by the ladies in the house, asking what else she craved and what her favorite color was.

We had no premonition whatsoever that this simple arrival would set off a chain reaction of surprises in our lives. We had no idea that the events to come would make some of us test loyalties, drive some of us to the point of madness, and break others to the point of exhaustion. They would bring happiness and despondence all at once. But, how could we tell? The future, after all, is not set in stone, no matter how good of a psychic we might have in our family.

Therefore, for the moment, we enjoyed the company of our new and eternal friends.

Unaware and unprepared.

Edward

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“Bag?”

“Yeah.”

“Tickets?”

“Yep.”

“Lenses?”

“Yes, Edward, I have everything.”

She reassured me for the thousandth time, but I could see the trepidation in her eyes as she chewed on her lip in a very famous human gesture.

“Bella.” I put my palm on her cheek, and she leaned in to my touch.

I let her take the lead, because I knew she needed it after what had gone down yesterday.

“It feels wrong,” she sighed after a long time of remaining quiet. “I mean, I shouldn’t have to justify to him who I do and don’t love.”

It had been quiet for a long time after the moment Charlie had stormed out of the house in a raging inferno.

Then, the fear had set in.

There were decisions to make, arguments to be had, defenses to be put forward. Whether or not, to be or not to be: those were the questions. Charlie had taken with him not only the shock of a lifetime, but a grave knowledge of the innermost secrets of our world, thus rendering himself a liability. Our secrets were no longer hidden under the shroud of pretense and distance, but had been exposed to the unlikeliest of persons in the most delicate of predicaments.

God help us if the Volturi found out.

Because the matter pertained to me and Bella, the family had, although with resistance, left us alone to deal with it. After a long talk, and confessions of our fears of exposure, Bella had decided to go to Forks and explain to Charlie the gravity of the situation on home ground, maybe even enlist the help of Billy Black and the tribe if necessary.

The only part I hadn’t agreed to in our discussion was her decision to go alone.

It had been Carlisle who had later assured me that my presence there would only have exacerbated the situation, given Charlie’s reaction towards me on the day of the party.

“Trust me, Edward, you don’t want yourself there if you want Charlie to listen,” he had said.

I had agreed eventually, and so we were here, in the driveway of our house, trying to forestall the pending judgement by only a few minutes.

“Bella, I understand what you’re saying. But it was only natural for him to freak out, love. We bombarded him with something that he had never expected in his life.” I brushed a stray lock of her that had settled itself on her cheek.

“I know, Edward. I mean, I would probably have done the same had I been in his shoes. But he shouldn’t have judged you.” She shook her head, wrapping her arms around me.

“Put yourself in his shoes again, Bella. What would you think if you find out that the guy your daughter loves, the guy she married had been a vampire all along? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t go where he went. Don’t tell me that you wouldn’t for a minute think that he might have used, or coerced your daughter into thinking that she loved him so he could feed on her for the rest of her life?”

She pulled back and looked at me with an angry expression, put off with the fact that I would dare think so low of myself, but even I could see the wheels turning in her mind.

“Well, anything sounds immoral if you say it like that!” She finally groaned in defeat.

I chuckled lightly, and kissed her forehead, “I know, Bella. But that’s what is logical. I mean, just because your sense of self-preservation is lower than Jacob’s brain cell count doesn’t mean every one else’s is.”

Hey! What the hell?! Jacob internally shouted at me, and I could hear Emmett snigger.

“Don’t say that!” Bella smacked my arm, “he defended us!”

“Thank you,” Jacob called out from inside the house.

“I know, love, I’m sorry.” I grinned.

Bella kissed me one last time on the cheek, and then stepped out of the confines of my arms.

“I should get going.” she looked anywhere but me as she spoke.

“Hey, Bella, look at me.” I held her face and made her look into my eyes. “Everything will be all right. Okay?”

Bella stared at me for a long time, and then sighed heavily, “Okay.”

I kissed her on her cheek and opened the door of the car, “Call me when you get there.”

“I will.” She got in and strapped her seat belt around her, and I smiled amusingly. Only Bella could be a vampire and observe traffic safety rules at the same time.

I watched her drive away from where I stood, and soon enough, the car disappeared from my sight towards its destination of the rainy town of Forks, Washington.

*************

“Hey.” I knocked on her door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

She was lying in her bed in her room, which couldn’t have been further from the room of a teenager her age. It was painted in muted tones of blue and white, decorated with artifacts and photographs, serving as reminders of travels all over the world. I caught sight of one which had been taken in Paris, her trip overseas with Carlisle and Esme shortly after the departure of the Volturi.

The small, quilt clad bump in the middle of the bed told me that she had been lying here for quite some time with her thoughts. It was times like these when I saw the true resemblance between Bella and Nessie. Both had an incessant habit of self deprecation. I had a feeling where our future conversation was going to go.

“Hey.” I walked up to her bed and settled in with her, putting my arms around her horizontal figure.

“Hi,” she mumbled softly. I saw her thoughts dwell on Bella.

“Mom’s gonna be all right, honey.” I sighed. 

“I know.” Her voice was still meek, her thoughts playing the events of last night over and over.

“I’m sorry about your birthday.” I kissed her head, and she cuddled me like she always did when she was having a bad day.

“It’s okay.”

“Guess I never got around to giving you your second gift, did I?” I smiled.

“It’s okay. I found him already.” She giggled as remembered last night alone in the cottage, catching her “gift” raiding our fridge.

“He found Jacob’s steak? Jacob’s gonna kill him.” I grinned.

“Hey, no hurting my cat!” She smacked me in the chest, and as if on cue, said cat strolled into her room in the next moment like it owned the place.

Now, I love my daughter, and I love my wife, but this time, they made a less than suitable choice when it came to a pet. I get it, he was cute and furry and had a little round bum and all, but for some reason that eluded me, he seemed to hate me with a passion. Not just me, but it hated every male in the house except Carlisle (apparently he had charmed it with his more than kind and generous self). Every time it was in my vicinity, it turned into Furry Vengeance Returns, which was kind of suitable what with his shiny black fur and eyes like little oranges.

Kitty Galore (one of the many names that I had come up with for the demon) took one look at me and hissed, then strolled around the bed, avoiding me like the plague, and jumped up and perched on Nessie’s left side, away from me, all the while giving me the stink eye. I knew it sensed something wrong with me, and I felt like telling him that if he kept this up, he could end up being dinner.

“Are you naming him?” I grimaced at the feline.

“I already did. I’m gonna call him Poseidon.” Leave it to my daughter to name her cat after Greek Gods.

“Darling, I think a better name would be Satan.”

“Dad!” She shrieked playfully, and I laughed while Satan curled up to her.

The conversation in the room ceased for sometime as she scratched Satan’s ears and he purred, and her thoughts scattered themselves all around the world. I brushed her hair absentmindedly while keeping an eye on the demon in her lap, wondering what it would be like to read the mind of an animal.

“Was it my fault?” Nessie suddenly asked. Her eyes were downcast, and her hands had occupied themselves with brushing her pet.

“No, honey, it was not your fault.” I hugged her, showering her with kisses. Why would she even go there?

“But if I had not been here, if I had never been born, then Grandpa wouldn’t have found out. He would just have believed that you were both getting some beauty treatment or something. He wouldn’t have kicked us out of his life.” She shook her head, mulling over Charlie’s reaction, and horror filled me.

“Renesmee, look at me,” I urged, and she complied. “It was not your fault, okay? I want you to remember that. It was not your fault. It was nobody’s fault. He just caught us in a bad time. He would have found out eventually, but yesterday, that happened in a very unpredictable way.

“Don’t ever think about a life where we don’t have you. Your mother and I love you. It was a hard time—your mother’s pregnancy—but the end result was more than fulfilling. We got you out of it, and we’ve never, ever regretted the events of our life. Some of them, maybe, but they didn’t involve you. You’re our blessing, Renesmee. How can you doubt that? and seriously, ‘beauty treatment’?”

She laughed and then grew solemn as she went over my words for a minute, and then spoke again. “But every time things seem to go right, we find ourselves in some situation, Dad. Remember the Volturi, Dad? They came here because of me. Aunt Irina died because of me. I can never seem to do anything right by anyone, Dad.”

“Renesmee! That is absurd! How can you say that? After all the love we feel for you?” I explained, “The Volturi are power hungry, unscrupulous, deceiving, conniving hags, darling. They would have come either way, because they cannot bear to see a coven joined together in mutual harmony and love. They lust after talent, Renesmee, and we have an abundance of it. That is all they care about. Irina’s misguided conception only served as an excuse for them. They couldn’t have harmed you. We wouldn’t have let that happen.

“As for Irina, her death was a misfortune: one that we all regret. It was pitiful to see her being sacrificed at Caius’ false altar of morality just to coax a reaction out of us. She was misguided, blinded by her love for the wrong man, and her hatred towards the wrong coven. Had she met you, I’m sure she would have loved you as we all do. We couldn’t have helped her. It was not your fault, honey.

“And even though you lost a friend, you gained many all over the world. Do you not remember Zafrina, Senna, and of course, Tanya, Kate, Carmen and Eleazar? Ben and Maggie? Siobhan? They all love you, Nessie. You’ve not done anything wrong, darling. It’s not your fault.”

There were hot tears streaming down Nessie’s cheeks by the time I finished speaking, and I pulled her into a fatherly embrace, soothing her tumultuous thoughts.

The rest of my family—save for Carlisle, who was at the hospital—smiled at our exchange. Their hearts brimmed with the same love that I was trying to convince my daughter of.

Nessie cried for a long time, letting out a day’s worth of emotions suppressed, and I held her, because that was what she needed me to do: be a dad.

“Thank you for loving me so much, Daddy,” she said at last, wiping her red rimmed eyes, and I smiled under the weight of happy tears. She didn’t need to tell me that. No matter what, I would always love her that way.

She calmed down after a few moments, resting her head on my shoulder while I rubbed her back. Satan had witnessed the entire episode from afar, but was now curling up on her lap, behaving as if I was non existent.

Tell me how you and Mom met, Dad. She thought after a minute.

“Hasn’t Alice already told you the 1960s, overly dramatic, glossed up version, which I’m pretty sure is bedecked with songs by Taylor Swift?” I grinned.

Alice stuck her tongue out at me. Shut up

Yeah, and Uncle Emmett wears leotards in that one. She giggled.

“Oh, that would be a sight.” I laughed.

But I want to—

“I’m sorry, what, honey?” I asked, brushing her hair.

I waited for her to say something, but all I heard was silence.

“Nessie? I can’t hear you unless you’re thinking.” I chuckled, and that got a reaction out of her.

She pulled back from my embrace, and looked at me curiously. She then frowned, as if she was concentrating hard.

“Nessie, what is it?” I creased my brow at her strange behavior.

“You can’t hear, Edward. You can’t hear any one of us. We’ve been calling you for minutes.” Alice peeped into the doorway, panic stark on her face.

“No, I’m pretty sure I—”

“Hear this,” she interrupted me, and frowned.

Nothing.

I concentrated harder, yet I could not hear her, even as she was standing not ten feet away from me. That was when the true meaning of her words dawned on me.

It was absolutely silent. I couldn’t hear a single thought.

“Alice, what—?” I started to say, but Nessie interrupted me.

“Dad, can you see this?” she put her hand on my cheek.

Nothing.

My eyes grew wide as I realized that all I could see was my daughter in front of me: no vision, no memory, nothing that she had penetrated my mind with.

Apparently, Nessie realized that in the same instant, as she scrambled off the bed, nearly giving Satan a heart attack, and ran off towards Alice.

“Aunt Alice, see this.”

She repeated the whole process again, and once again, shock and fear registered on our faces when Alice announced that she could not see what Nessie was showing her.

“What the hell?” This was Jasper.

“Let me guess: you just stopped getting vibes from us?” Alice nodded, much to Jasper’s dismay, “Because I stopped seeing all of you about ten minutes ago.”

It took only a millisecond for us to spring into action and congregate in the living room. Everyone had a thousand questions on their minds, not that I could hear them, but I was pretty sure they ran on the same frequency.

What the hell is going on?

“Alice, what . . . How can we just . . . lose our powers?” I paced fro left to right, while Nessie sat on the sofa.

“We can’t be sure if you’ve lost them, Edward,” Esme comforted all of us from her place beside Nessie.

“Well, what is it, then? I mean, we can’t just turn them off with a click!” Alice looked close to bursting. She concentrated every two minutes, somehow hoping that the vision of a distant person would pop up and put her out of her misery.

“We should call—” Rose started to suggest, but was cut off with a hum that we all heard.

Even from a distance, we could tell it was a vehicle: a car, to be precise, speeding towards our house.

And by the time it screeched to a halt in our driveway, and we heard the telltale sound of the door being slammed shut, we had no doubt as to who, or rather, what it was.

A vampire.

“I’ll take this,” I heard Jacob say, and before we could react, Jacob had ran out the door and phased.

I instructed Renesmee to stay inside with Nessie as we sprinted forward to face a possible threat, while telling Esme to call Carlisle, soon.

The scene in our front yard was something that we had all been expecting. Jacob was snarling and pacing in a few feet from our porch, his movements effectively blocking the intruder’s advance towards our house, and our view of him or her.

“Jacob, wait!” I called out, and the wolf stopped, but I could see the hair on his back standing in attention, signalling that he had not let his guard down.

My eyes widened when I saw the man in our yard.

“Is that . . .?” I heard Jasper say.

“NO . . .” Emmett.

“Holy shit.” Rosalie, of course.

“I come in peace!” the vampire in our yard held his palms up, “Call him off, your wolf!”

His words earned him a snarl from Jacob.

At that moment, I forgot what he looked like and stepped forward.

“Jacob . . .” I tried to placate him, and then turned to the stranger, “Who are you?”

“My name is Mark Wellington. I am looking for Carlisle Cullen. I was told he lives here.” He took in all of us, and spoke slowly.

I was sure he noticed the surprise and doubt on our faces when he mentioned Carlisle. I looked at my family, and I didn’t need telepathy to know what they were thinking.

“Who told you about him?” I asked him next, as Jacob sat down on his haunches, his gaze locked on the newcomer.

“Alastair,” Mark nodded, “Alastair told me I would find him in Forks. But the shape shifters in Forks told me I would find him here, that he and his family had moved.”

Again, our expressions must have registered shock. If he had been to Forks, it meant that Sam had told him of our whereabouts. Why would Sam send him to us without warning us first?

“What do you want with Carlisle?” I got to my question, and Mark relaxed a little.

“Are you him? Are you Carlisle Cullen?” he asked.

“I asked you what you want with him.” I wasn’t giving out any answers until I got some of my own.

My words registered with Mark as he started backing up towards his car, slowly, until he stood in front of the passenger door.

“Just listen to me before you react.” He held his palm up, but we stood our guard.

Slowly, he opened the passenger door, and held out his hand to someone. The breeze flowing through the forest wafted towards us from them, and we knew who it was.

He had a human with him.

That the person with him was a female I could make out as she alighted from the car. What we hadn’t prepared ourselves for was the slight bulge on her belly and she turned to face us, holding on tight to Mark’s hand.

“I ask you again: are you Carlisle Cullen?” Mark held her close to him, as if he would hide her within him if he could, “I need his help.”

Well, that changed things.

Edward

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He bought a house ‘for us . . . ‘ he’d said, ‘or just you,’ he quickly added when he saw my expression. He let me move in and stayed in his old house but frequently came to visit with or without an invitation. I had fun cooking for him and his friends who always gave tons of help on how to make everything taste better and ate as much as a herd of elephants.

And then there was his secret. Not just his, but the tribe’s. It seemed like more and more people found out nearly every week.

He’s already shared it with me, about why everything had  happened the way it did and I’ve seen him and his friends in their other forms which was a little frightening. He explained why they exist and answers all of my questions. If only he would explain to Leah, then maybe we could set things right. He is so nice and handsome, but I still feel like Leah has a better claim on him. Maybe if she didn’t want him anymore, and as long as we could still be as close as sisters…

Sam suddenly burst through the trees, coming the opposite way I had been expecting.

“EMILY!” he shouted at me though I couldn’t tell if his words were meant to be harsh or simply filled with concern. He picked me up into an embrace that lifted my feet off the ground. “Where have you been? I told you to go home, not back here!”

“I was waiting for you to come back, Sam,” I explain. “I love Leah too you know; she’s still my cousin. Practically sister, although she apparently would not say the same anymore. You’ve hurt her you know. You need to just go back to her and forget me. I like you Sam, but you’re better off with her. She loves you so much. Please just go and give me my sister back. She hates me right now and I can’t live with that. Maybe someday, if she doesn’t want to be with you anymore than we—”

He lets go of me, not seeming to hear what I am saying and starts shaking. “Emily, that was something I needed to take care of on my own! You should have done as I’d asked! Leah won’t listen to a stinkin’ word I say. She doesn’t care. I love you, Emily. I need you, not her. I love her, but I’ve explained to you before; you are the one for me. Just deal with it ’cause I’m not going anywhere. It’s not like I get to control all of the . . . trashy circumstances. I know that it ‘s not fair for her. Life isn’t fair.” His words were half shouts, angry but I didn’t know if it was me or Leah that had him upset. I started backing away from Sam as the shaking grew stronger.

I yelled back, angry that Leah didn’t matter to him and I apparently didn’t either since he wasn’t listening to me. I was going to loose the only sister I had and it was all Sam’s fault.  “Stop! Trashy circumstances? Is that what this is? Because to me it seem like you’re just acting to much like a Uley to know a good thing when you’ve got it. Leah was good to you and now you’re treating her like the last few years didn’t even happen. You’re so selfish! What about what everyone else wants? Or are you the only one who’s opinion matters? How can you be so mean to her? To me? You’re just like your father!” He takes a step toward me and I push him away, “I’ve heard the stories and—”

That’s when Sam lost it. His clothes exploded into a million pieces. His limbs seemed to reach out in every direction, his right paw catching my face on its way toward the forest floor. Sam’s sharp claws scrapped down the right side of my face and then my arm and shoulder. I cried out in pain and fell back towards the ground in shock.

It took him a moment to phase back—he seemed to be having trouble with it. Then in an instant, the monstrous wolf disappeared. He shouted my name again, this time his voice was for certain full of concern. Sam scooped me up into his warm arms and began running, murmuring words of comfort along the way.

A black fog threatened to engulf me, blurring my vision and making my head spin. I could feel warm liquid on my cheek and arm. My right eye closed and once it did, it wouldn’t open. I didn’t try to open it anyways because of the pain that came when I did. Instead I closed both of my eyes and focused on my other senses. I struggled to concentrate on Sam’s voice, on the gentle, steady rhythm of his foot falls. The smell of the forest around us, then the smell changed to home. I was faintly aware of when Sam climbed the steps to our porch and a minute later laid me on the couch. I could hear him talking to someone but as the warm trickled to my ear, I stopped listening, for a moment.

I was almost asleep before Sam hoisted me into his arms again and ran out the door. It was raining now. The soft, cold drips felt good on my skin. We had a car, but I guessed Sam thought it would be faster this way, and it probably would. Since he had first turned into a wolf, he could outrun most of the cars on the highway. Or so he told me. I never got to be with him when he was a wolf apart from one time. He said it was dangerous, and after what had just happened, I now believed him. I heard Jared, another wolf in Sam’s pack, join us but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Sam was practically flying as he sprinted through the forest along the edge of the town. I began to drift to sleep again. I felt so tired.

“Sam. Tired. Stop running? Sleep?” I mumbled the words the best I could knowing they would probably be incoherent.

“No Em, don’t go to sleep. We’re almost there baby. I’m so sorry. Hang on,” Sam whispered more gentle words in my ear.

Then Sam and Jared spoke. I only made out a few words; sleep, angry and pain.

Sam slowed to a walk and then paused for a brief second. There was the sound of a door opening and then the voice of a woman quietly saying, “Come in! Put her on the couch Sam.”I recognized the voice as Sue Clearwater’s. She continued speaking in hushed tones, “I don’t know what I can do to help with my limited medical knowledge but I will do what I can. You really should take her to Forks. They really could help more than me.”

Sam laid me on the couch and someone pulled a blanket up over my legs. “You know I can’t do that. It would just make things worse.”

“You will take her if I say. If I can’t do enough then—”

“Then I will take her, ” Sam finished. “But please—” his voice was full of pain as he choked back tears. “Do what you can.”

And that’s when I fell asleep.

—Emily

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